You're Carrie now.

You pull off the Black Cat wig and run your hands down the front of your torso, treasuring the feeling of your fingernails scraping over your bare nipples.

"I'm thinking I don't really need her anymore," you say, thinking to yourself. "Half of why I was dating her was because of this body, and she just gave it to me. And I'm not going to leave, so..."

"Dude, that's fucked up," said Nicholas, aghast. "You're just going to steal her for good? What about her family? Her friends?"

You nodded. "I wouldn't say steal. She gave me her body, so, I'm basically Carrie now for all intents and purposes. Her friends and family, I'll figure it out. I know all of them, and if I really need any specifics, I'll just read Carrie's diaries. Fooling them shouldn't be a problem. Carrie's always been wild and unpredictable. Who could prove otherwise if somebody slipped into her life?"

"You told me," said Nick, looking worried. "I could prove it, I think."

You patted his cheek in a slightly-more-than-friends way. You were a girl now and he was a boy - there'd always be the fact you had sex lingering between you. Your old friendship would have to change with the times.

"I told you, and having sex with you was amazing," you said. "If Carrie comes back, you know this is never happening again, right? Could you really live with that?"

Nick only looked more uncomfortable. "Man, I don't know..."

"I'll keep dressing up for you," you offered. "So long as you're paying. This whole little hang-out thing was a lot of fun. I'd be down to do it again."

"Really?"

You held up a finger. "But only if you start calling me Carrie from now on. Dave is my boyfriend, and he isn't here right now."

Nick hemmed and hawed for a minute, but eventually, you jiggled your boobs for him till he couldn't help but squeeze and feel you up. His hands-on the curve of your ass, he succumbed.

"Fine. You're Carrie now. Fuck," he said, unable to meet your eyes for a moment.

You grinned and kissed him on the lips. "Good boy."

--

Later that evening, you stepped out of the shower without bothering to get dressed. Your old body was doing the dishes, diligently, an automaton to your will. He totally ignored you as you traipsed naked past him to the living room, and to where you left your computer.

You'd need to think of something better to do with the old Dave now that you had this hot little number under your thumb. In the meantime, you sat down by your computer and moused over the Carrie file left on your desktop, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you decided the fate of your girlfriend's original personality, mind, and memories.